Brent and Terri got home from their mission on the night of January 18th. We planned to be there, with plenty of time, leaving straight from gymnastics. Lacey had fallen asleep on the way and was not happy to be woken up. She always gets really splotchy when crying. We picked Weid up so we wouldn't have to drive two cars up and then headed to the airport. Suddenly we were behind a couple police cars that were weaving back and forth to slow traffic down. They stopped all traffic, with just one car between us and them. I looked online at the traffic and it said to expect more than an hour of a delay. After about 30 minutes we thought we were going to be able to go down the strip of road on the right side of the road but after only a few feet they realized that everyone had pulled off and parked there. So for the rest of the time we were facing the parking lot of cars on the freeway. The policeman told us that a double tanker was on fire and that we were in the blast zone. We would n...